Always I wonder whether
New songs
New melodies
New symphonies
Can crowd out those in my head

And always I find
Old songs
Old melodies
Old symphonies
Not so easily forgotten

Noisome is the world
When the other residents
Tread heavily
Speak thoughtlessly
Act greedily
As if they are all
And the world, nothing

And peaceful is the world
Where the other residents
Tread carefully
Speak thoughtfully
Act selflessly
As if they are nothing
And the world, all

Death
Sinks low
Creeps wide
Finding crevices
Reaching outward
Till it finds a place to be
And things can grasp it
And things can use it
They begin to grow
They reuse the old
Make what’s new
Till what was
Becomes
Life

I hunger for
A meaning
I hunger for
That filling up
Of me
That electric truth
That rides along
Every artery
Like a million creeks
In a storm